My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy [OTA]

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Who: Tybalt and anyone who wants to come across him
Where: Wherever there's training dummies
When: October 30th
Rating: PG-13 because he's pissed.
Summary: So someone has had his mind messed with twice now. Tybalt is not happy and needs to destroy some shit.
The Story:

To borrow a mortal phrase, fuck this shit.

The first time, with the high school, could be ignored. It could easily be ignored. One time was a fluke. He wasn't prepared for it, had been caught off guard. After that though, Tybalt had been more or less on guard every time he saw one of the "locals" on the mirrors. Something was coming, and it might make him something he wasn't.

It didn't help. He'd been changed again, had his memories toyed with and replaced on a whim and oh, he was ready to kill something.

But he couldn't, not really. So instead he found a training room--the redhead, he'd known her as Natalie during the event, had mentioned something about training ages ago--and promptly set to work decimating training dummies. He was mostly human-looking right now, but his strength and speed weren't, if you knew what to look for.

Comments

[notrequiredtomakesense]

No, it's Rand. And do stories ever resemble the truth?

[unhand]

Rand. [Okay, that's worse. Not that Tyrand is a particularly nice sounding name, but Rand is just... not pleasant.] If you say so. The falsehoods in my tale are especially egregious.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

I'm gathering. For starters, you don't have a ridiculous hat and you seem to be much better looking.

[unhand]

[He's not wrong about either of those things.] I've yet to actually read the story, but I've heard enough to know that that's far from it. Besides this [He holds up his hook.] I'm not sure I have anything at all in common with my double.

[And that's on the wrong hand!]

[notrequiredtomakesense]

It's probably in the library--but seeing how I don't think Tinker Bell would let you keep her in a lantern...

[He shrugs]

Do you need something?

[unhand]

Why in hell would I put Tinker Bell in a lantern? [He looks of horrified at the idea.] I don't need anything. Just noticing your remarkable speed and strength.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

That's what you did in the book, or maybe just the Disney movie.

[Just saying.

And then he comments on the speed and strength and Tybalt tenses just slightly]

What about it?

[unhand]

It'd have to be a bloody huge lantern. Those movies aren't worth much.

[Hook tilts his head back, smirking a bit.]

Just curious, is all. It's not how most humans move.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Well, in the movie, she was much smaller.

[He eyes Hook]

We're in Wonderland with werewolves and demons and who knows what else, and you're curious about someone who's particularly fast?

[unhand]

Please. This isn't my first sojourn in a magical realm. Werewolves and demons don't impress me anymore than fairies and mermaids do. Doesn't mean I don't get curious.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Leave curiosity to the cats. They're better at it, and know when to back off.

[unhand]

Thought the saying was it killed the cat.

[And what the hell do cats have to do with anything?]

[notrequiredtomakesense]

And satisfaction brought it back. Either way, you're not a cat.

[unhand]

Are you?

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Do I look like one?

[unhand]

Looks can be deceiving.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

So I'm sure you're not actually a pirate, then?